Tour is...necessary. Completely. Because there isn't room for anything that's unnecessary. And tour in seeing. Seeing and believing, though, I'm holding off on narrating the believing aspect of it until I've seen enough. Hindsight is my favorite perception. Don't fret @justjoefox, I will post it eventually. But for now I breathe easy on the simple things...or should I say, the minor details; minuscule in general importance but brilliant in terms of my own amusement. Nate says most everything is amusing to my mind. I find he is pretty much correct. Today it is, yet again, the morning that intrigues me.
I wake up peacefully to a not-yet-hot Arizona horizon, mountains and cacti letting me know where we are. Everyone is still sleeping save for the driver and his copilot and I hop into Row 4 to give Mike more snoozing space. I'm sitting back here watching Nate and Tim casually converse, which for them means going at it over any minute thing they can find to debate over. I smile to myself, a fitting audience, to see Nate get all worked up over a point Timmy is trying to make. He grabs the pole in dramatic style and begins to bounce up in the driver's seat, obviously unable to contain himself. I know he's squirming for his chance to strike back. I'm quite awake, still I don't want to go up there and disrupt this stint of exchange between them. So I sit back and enjoy the subtle show, side-minding as to @thejohnset 's whereabouts and reciting The CAB lyrics on my silent lips.My feet are blatant with New Mexican dust. They amuse me as I wiggle them around in accordance with the same lyrics. Despite my hefty collection of bug bites from last night's venue, I inly itch to get up and dance. Woah oh oh, woah oh oh!
Others start to stir. I have to treat Mike like a child. He wakes up complaining, ruining my perfect morning in his perfectly predictable way. He begins to torch the smoothness Nate and Timmy have going and I draw my line. I have to reel him back and ask him quietly but sternly to keep it to himself for one day. Then I show him where the last chocolate chip cookie is to seal the deal. We are not 5 years old, but whatever it takes in this confined space.
Timmy gets excited about everything (i.e.- state lines, urban legends, an iced soy latte.) Mike gets excited about nothing (i.e.- the fact that he's so young and talented and this far away from home.) I laugh thinking about the latest MyWetSocks blog as the morning unfolds according to its accounts. Anthony says good morning to everyone individually and Nicky sits up with a fro in the shape of the mountain to my left. I shake my head remembering Stevie singing Rocky Horror Picture Show tunes as he drove last night. The day has officially begun. I wonder how it would be to wake up in something still and luke warm. I decide I don't need it that way at all. TimmyEPIC tweets.
Ricky
"This City Is Contagious" by: The CAB
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